For though Pœana were as faire as morne,
Yet did this trustie Squire[156] with proud disdaine
For his friends sake her offred fauours scorne,
And she her selfe her syre, of whom she was yborne.
Now after that Prince Arthur graunted had, iv
To yeeld strong succour to that gentle swayne,
Who now long time had lyen in prison sad,
He gan aduise how best he mote darrayne
That enterprize, for greatest glories gayne.
That headlesse tyrants tronke he reard from ground,